She wore small heels over dark stockings. Her long, elegant legs were crossed and one foot idly tapped. I followed her legs, resisting licking my lips.... A knee length pencil skirt covered the tops of her stockings; I knew they were hold-ups. I grinned to myself, feeling the hunger growing. My eyes raised a little higher, to her white, pleated blouse. She slid from the table. I noticed her top four buttons undone, beautifully showing off her smooth cleavage and red, laced bra. Her hair was loose,. ' he said, his nervousness gripping his throat.'Hi.' she returned, looking at him with her big brown eyes, shining within the darkness of the night and her smooth dark skin.'I am Steve.' he said confirming his identity.'I hope so,' she said, 'otherwise I have the wrong car.'He smiled, her humor breaking the ice that was also slowly being melted by the warmth of the car heater.'I think you can switch the engine off now,' she suggested,' it might cause unwanted attention.' She smiled, and the. Maybe it was one of those that actually stuck insider her like a cork. I didn't care. All I cared about was that there was nothing that blocked the view of her luscious ass.Her entire body was painted - or dyed - red and she was wet and slick and shiny under the lights. She swung around those poles like she was Tarzan swinging from tree to tree. She was all over that stage. And I swear that she was looking right at me all the time that she was dancing. She even came over directly in front. ” he breathed as he opened Bobo’s belt, unbuttoned his jeans and dragged the zipper down. One good yank, and down came everything and out popped Bobo’s large cock, banging Doc in the face. “It knows where it wants to be.” Bobo joked. Doc nodded and stroked it with both hands. He’d never done this before, but he knew he wanted to.Doc licked the tip and heard Bobo moan. He didn’t feel the same sparks that he had last night, but he was the one being pleasured at the time.Bobo felt weak in the.